Bittersweet Ending

Ladies and Gentleman, I have officially survived PST!!

Albanian flag with my group's signatures

Albanian flag with my group’s signatures

It is safe to say that I have been counting down the days to the swearing in ceremony since arriving Albania. Ten weeks has flown by and I can’t believe that we are at the point of packing our bags again. Trust me, that is starting to get old. The adjustments that you have to go through in the Peace Corps seems to be never ending. Training is such a fast paced process, I feel as though I haven’t had time to think twice about what we are learning. Much less, give myself any extra time to think about this next stage of my life. Now it is standing at my feet and I will be moving in less than 48 hours. To my own apartment. In a foreign country. Where I am still in a state of constant confusion when speaking in shqip. I think it is safe to say that I will not have a boring two years ahead of me!


Channeling my inner Bohunk- my first crazy dress from the Gabby!


You know it’s Shqiptar if it cost $1.50 and when there are four women and a random bird on your booty!

The excitement at finally having my own space and being able to cook again has taken over my mindset over the last couple weeks. As these last few days have drawn to a close however, I have started to notice the things I will miss.


Always time for dancing!


The ladies in Pajove


The boys


Happy Anniversary to a few of my fellow volunteers!


We rock

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I couldn’t have made it through training without the amazing help from the language teachers. I remember being told that our language teachers are going to be your greatest assets in learning how to adjust to this culture. That could not be more true. Being around each other 4-5 hours a day for 6 days/ week for 10 weeks has given us an opportunity to get to know each other really well. We have learned a lot of shqip but also I have learned what awesome women both of my teachers are.


Pajove and Bishqem with our language teachers; Ornella and Besa

At supper I was talking with my sisters and grandma about how I have to catch an early furgon on Friday morning to get to Permet. The conversation took on a sad note and we talked about how fast these last ten weeks have gone. My mom told me that she appreciates how clean I am. I honestly feel so lucky to have gotten them as a host family it is hard to know how to show them enough gratitude. I am looking forward to returning when my shqip has gotten better so I can actually express these thoughts to them!


Hope it turns into a prince!!

I am glad Albania is a small country because I am going to miss some of my fellow trainees. Going through this entire process with the same group of people ties you together in such a unique way. I am extremely grateful to have people that I can relate to and lean on when I need. It has made this last ten weeks bearable and often times; fun. The memories that I have made in this country so far are amazing. And truth be told; my friends here kick ass.


2 thoughts on “Bittersweet Ending

  1. Congratulations! After all that work, the clock starts at Day 1, 729 more days to go! Build relationships and the adventure will take off from there. Thanks for sharing your journey!

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